I have had a brilliant day.
It started out a bit like this:
And yes, that is what Sherlock ate. ALL of it. Admittedly I also ate it. But I'm bigger than him! And didn't chase mine down with a milkshake. Just a lot of coffee.
Anyway, it was lovely, we relaxed, someone else washed up, Sherlock terrified a whole carriage full of people on the tube by asking about ways you could die in/on/under tube trains.
Then I abandoned John and Sherlock to make their own brand of mayhem in the rain, and headed up to see Mycroft. I took some chilli chocolate cookies for him and his friends. Well, had to use up all the chilli that Sherlock had chopped somehow...seemed sensible.
We found a nice country pub to have lunch in (it was hours after breakfast...I'd digested.) and he did indeed try some of my beer. Wasn't entirely sold on it, though. And then we headed off on the bike for a bit.
We stopped by the river and saw some intrepid canoeists, and these guys:
You can just about see the little chick, begging for food...reminds me of someone.
There were two little chicks, both demanding food.
It was a bit damp, but we had a nice ride, a nice talk. We're going to go and see my family on his next exeat weekend, we think. He's looking forward to seeing Carla, I think ;)
No idea what Sherlock has planned for us tomorrow. I said he could decide something with John, seeing as I wasn't there much today. So probably alligator wrestling, or bungee jumping off Tower Bridge or something.